The Butterflies

Butterflies fly into my eyes
So the colors I could see
Their love grows my hope
Opening my eyes to dream

I need a flower
to match their broken wings
I need the love
to match their silent eyes
The love is their nest.
The love is their home
I want to plant
my butterflies for Christ

On the cloud
they land and wait for me
The grapes in the sky
are their home
I can not stop them.
They have to go
I need to fly with them
before I am too old

The butterflies
can lead me to the courage
The years pass by
in just one day
I wait
until my grandfather passes by
And like a blind child
I hold onto their wings to fly away

Oil on canvas, Age 8 (2003)
 25" x 25"
Original & Prints Available